Within the darkness
Are the parents of the light
Violent beauty
poetry, prose, and photography
In morning darkness
Leaves transforming, preparing
For winter to come

Rings of ice dancing
Elegant motion in light
Wandering past stars
Outside it is dark
Tapping sound from my drain spout
Water flowing down






My home was once there
The outward shape is still there
And yet, it’s transformed
Walking these old streets
Visions of dirty concrete
Echoes of our past
Grime and poverty
Once marked these streets with their truth
Now airbrushed away
Walking with dear friends
Explorations of this past
Amongst my future